The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

The Taunting of Dol Guldur & Fenbridge Spiders
Elabrimborn taunts attacking spiders en route to Dol Guldur

Little dainty feet
Will never taste sweet meat
If you wouldn’t leap so much
Elf you’d have a chance to munch

Lazy spider, It’s been a long day
Your sisters we have slay
Why don’t you run away
Live to fight another day

Big spiders in a dark tower beware
For an ungol slayer is in your lair
who swings and makes a critical hit
That drives out Tom Knobby’s shit
With Sindarian blade the spiders will cry
Till all you bitches finally die

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The Threat of Dol Guldur
Thorr's Journal Entry 27

As we entered Dol Guldur, the shadow darkened our hearts. The stone of that place rising higher and higher before us. I felt myself sink further and further as we climbed the stairs into that foul place. Radagast set us in motion to explore this miserable place. We hastened through to find what was amiss in the land. It did not take long for us to find clues. An orc, a dead man, parchment and elven dagger were found.

With these clues we new something was amiss in the Halls of Thranduil. A traitor could be in the midst of the elven kingdom. We must take this news to King Thranduil. The Lake Town man and orc appear to have killed each other. Or, the owner of the elven dagger must be at the root of this treachery.

Having learned all that we could, we traveled back through Castle Fenbridge. My curiosity got the better of me and I searched for treasure. At first we only found spiders and then we found a tomb of the nine. This was the Ghost of the Forest, the one who led Sauron’s troops such as orcs, vampires and werewolves.

We hastened out of that unholy place and as we departed we heard footsteps. Fortunately, the steps were those of Loreth’s kinsman, Rogan. He told of us sad tidings in Bree. A hobbit family was near losing one of their kin as they traveled through the marshes. Once again we left another dark place.

As we traveled, I spoke with Radagast about the toe ring. He spoke of a ruby that was once a part of the ring. The two combined would create a truly powerful item. The owner of the ruby would be searching for the ring. I realized that I now put my Mair in danger. I must make my way back to her as soon as I can. No one knows of the ring but she may reveal its existence to others.

Radagast mentioned three previous owners of the ruby. It was crafted by Dwarves. Faerun the IV, Lofar the II and Borin the VII were all past owners of the ruby from the Iron Hills. The fate of the ruby was lost during the time of the Nazgul. It may be in a crypt or claimed by another family member. I am worried for Mair. The ring can be unmade and Master Eldrond’s smiths should be able to destroy the ring. The ring is tainted with power, not necessarily evil or good.

I must go to Isengard or Minas Tirith to research it more. Master Elrond may know more as well about the ring and its power. Having found the toe ring in Isengard, the story is becoming clearer. The Goblin King may have had the ruby at some point.

We made our way back to Rhosgobel and with the aid of Radagast, he was able to lift the Shadow from our hearts. My determination ever greater, I practiced with my mallet and learned from the woodsman on ways to improve my swing. I now have greater mastery with my mattock.

Once we were restored, we set off for the Halls of King Thranduil. We had sent a message on to him and hopefully he will take caution as a traitor may be lurking. As we made our way back across the Old Forest Road, we saw great eagles circling in the air. We thought we could sense orcs in the area. As we approached, we heard the singing of one goat, two goat, three goat, silly goat. It reminded me of Elabrimborn at the pub. We came upon a goat herder talking to the trees. His name was Ilmud.

We learned that he was being protected by the eagles per the instruction of Gandalf. It was good to hear that Gandalf was about again. Ilmud had seen goblins coming down from the mountains towards the Beornings. We pondered what this man was about for quite some time. In the end, we moved on towards Elabrimborn’s home.

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Dol Guldur Beckons
Thorr's Journal Entry 26

Our latest journey began in Woodmen Town as we traveled towards Rhosgobel. While at the docks, an intriguing vessel arrived and of course I was taken aback and fell into the water. I recovered but it foretold of the strange omens that must be afoot. Sure enough, this marked the arrival of Radagast and he brings grave news of happenings in forests south towards Dol Guldur.

My heart sank for a moment as I heard that we were to travel again towards that dark place. Our fellowship still holds strong and so we united to carry on and investigate. I hearken to smite the evil that returns to the forest. We traveled south to confront what we thought were a return of the wights or possibly some new evil tied to those from Tyrants Hill.

Our first encounter heading down the river on Radagast’s ship was that of a river maiden named Dusk Meadow. She appeared as a silvery trout and then transformed into a woman. She asked about our adventures and worthiness. We recited our recent efforts in fighting the great worm of the sea. She spoke of corpses that have been floating down the river. They have been deformed or mutated or cut into pieces and then reformed. She spoke of a vampire in Mirkwood as a possible cause.

We sailed to the Black Tarn and came to the village along the lake. Radagast met with another river maiden as we left Radagast’s boat. She tells Radagast that there is something stirring in southern Mirkwood. We traveled on foot for days and then came upon travelers heading north from Sunstead, including Ilgar. He told us of wights that had risen again. The travelers were looking for Radagast and were happy to have crossed our path. Radagast recommended that they should make an offering appease them. Ilgar accepted this and they headed back to their home.

We continued south and came upon the dark tower of Tyrant’s Hill. We tried sneaking past but came upon their troops returning with more poor souls taken from their homes. We laid a trap for them and took down the loathsome men. We saved the children and gave them horses to make their way home. We captured their leader and he confirmed that Mogred was still in command. We hastened away farther south as more men from Tyrant’s Hill started to arrive. Elabrimborn led them away with his elven magic.

We came to the border of Tyrant’s Hill and found heads posted on the fence. One day, the shame of their deeds will be extracted from their hides. We defeated some guards and dogs that were posted along the fence. We left a false trail and then went further south toward Castle Fenbridge rather than taking a direct route to Dol Guldur or track through the dank marshes.

We ran into an Orc ambush as we traveled through the castle looking for the long bridge. My hatred for those foul creatures continues to this day. My mallet welcomed the chance to crush their hideous skulls. They were quite clever this time as they hid in pits and rooms and then attacked us on all sides. We held our ground and made them pay for their deviousness.

We made our way across the bridge with its traps and the hands of undead grasping at our feet as we walked. Our journey has led us to the inner courtyard of Dol Guldur. We are surrounded by ghoulish statues whose eyes tried to burn fear into our hearts. Our next steps will lead us into the bowls of this hell hole.

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Fly like an eagle
Thorr's Journal Entry 25

Our journey to Isengard was swift, amazing and beautiful. The great eagles took us over the mountains and across the great forests with such speed. My life has been truly blessed. I can’t wait to return to my fair Mair and tell her of this journey.

We landed within Isengard and were met by Saruman. He reminded me of my neighbor growing up. He never did like the children hanging around his home and would yell at us for disturbing him. Here we were bringing the light of the Silmaril to aide Gandalf and being chastised for letting the eagles take a dump on his lawn. I guess our great deed was not as great as we had thought. At least Saruman was able to bring Gandalf back from his deep slumber.

We were quickly hastened away by Saruman as soon as Gandalf awoke from his slumber. Strange for him to act this way. It was as though he were jealous of our bringing such aid to awaken Gandalf. Maybe he was just upset with his own failure in bringing him back with his own magic.

With this part of our journey at an end, we were able to return home. My heart ached to see my Mair. On our way back, we traveled through Mirkwood and again came upon King Thanduil. It is now my duty as ambassador to pay my respects and seek ways to continue making good relations with the elven kingdom. As it would happen, the men of the Dale are making incursions into the forests of Mirkwood. This is most unsettling for King Thranduil as he is being perceived as being weak by his people for not driving out the men of the Dale.

I took this as an opportunity to help the King and to help the relations of all the people of middle earth. This seems like a small task and yet I know these things can become much larger unless they are addressed. I will do my best to promote farming as a trade option for the men of Dale.

We finally returned to my Erebor and I was happy that Elabrimborn journeyed with me. His heart still yearns to find true love. I know he seeks the wisdom of my Mair to help him with his troubles. Having an elf accompany at court helped to raise my standing at court. Seeing my Mair brings me such joy. I can now formerly look to court Mair as King Dain has allowed me to become a member of the court.

The rest of my time in Erebor was well spent with Mair and she loved my charm bracelet with a dolphin, whale and a sea lion for her. My sculpture for the king of a great Sea Worm now sits in a prominent location at court. We partied and sang songs with Elabrimborn and his wonderful new harp. I also took a bold step and confided in my love about my family toe ring. She may find out more about the ring.

My time ended as my King allowed me to carry forward on my quest to help King Thranduil. He gave me papers of introduction with Bombur who is the ambassador to the men of the Dale. We traveled to Dale and met with Bombur. He enjoyed the wine that I brought from the elven kingdom and gave me the name of Vermunds as someone that I could speak with about the incursions into Mirkwood.

I was able to meet with Vermunds after the longest of waits and discuss the situation. He was stubborn to my suggestions but the wine that I brought was well received. He listened to my offer to have the elves teach his kin to farm but this was not of interest. As an alternative, teaching his people to grow new trees so that they could be harvested by future generations was of interest. He was also interested in the stone trade with Erebor.

Eventually I was able to get a letter of introduction to one of his son’s. As we traveled, we came across another talking squirrel named Chestnut. He had a message from Radagast to meet at Rhosgobel.

After speaking again with Bombur and informing him of my encounter with Vermunds, Bombur would take the information back to Erebor and secure trade with Vermunds. This news allowed me to return to Vermunds and secure a meeting with his brother Edmunds.

While Sigurd and the others toured the town of Dale, I met with Edmunds and introduced the ideas of farming and harvesting. I learned that Edmunds is ok in living farther away from Dale. He may be open to seeking out new forests. He was open to meeting and learning this new trade opportunity. After returning to Bombur, I apprise him again and look to open new roads going South and hope to introduce having Edmunds move farther South and settle away from Mirkwood.

We are now off to Rhosgobel after we stop again to update King Thanduil. As we traveled, a new venture popped into my mind. We can work a deal with the eagles to carry goods and messages across the land. They could fly each night and deliver goods to neighboring lands by next day air.

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Kissed by a Whale
Thorr's Journal Entry 24

Elrond has now called us to action and we travel towards the Western Sea. We pray that we will find great magic and knowledge to aid our patron, Mithrandir. Along our journey to the sea, we passed through the Shire and came upon a festival in Bree. It was good to relax for the evening and enjoy singing songs and smoking the Old Toby. Unfortunately, a crime was committed and we were once again called to help those in need.

We surmised the lowly Cormac and his comrade had stolen the money collected from the festival. We chased them down to the barrow downs and found that they had been possessed by a barrow wight. In my haste to attack the wight, I fell into her evil trap. Fortunately, my friends were able to face her evil so that I could climb out of the trap. We were able to bring her down and retrieve the treasure from this place.

The beauty of mithral chain mail is site to behold and the treasure of Valenduir will be used for good and to fight the shadow that continues to grow. Giving the hobbits more than they lost would bring good cheer and help our cause. After these events, our journey to the sea was unhindered.

Our adventure then turned us out onto the great sea and our journey West was long and arduous. Dwarves in trees are bad enough, let alone traveling on ship out into the great sea. I could tell that Captain Saeros wasn’t too certain that I could make this journey. He doesn’t know this dwarf and I even surprised myself. The elves that traveled with us began to despair after a time and I worried that they would be lost to us. Searching for Sedna was truly challenging.

Our fate lay before us as we came across the great Worm, Scatha. As many a tale would tell, this Worm was over confident and I still can’t believe that she poked his nose down at me. Sigurd’s tale of my having worms and the fact that I am a dwarf worked to our advantage. It was her undoing as I struck her first across the snout with my trusty mattock and wounded her eye. I guess my boldness has not been lost to me. We were very lucky this day and the gods must have been looking over us as my dwarven Helm of Awe helped cow the beast and expose her weak spot.

Loreth’s action to distract Scatha was just what we needed and I was able to strike the beast and bring her down. I was glad to be tied to the ship else I would have fallen into the sea. I still see myself launching myself into the air and striking the beast in the eye as I fell overboard.

It was then that the great whale appeared to us. Without our friend Elabrimborn, we may not have understood what to do. I am still in disbelief as we climbed out onto its tongue. We truly have been kissed by a whale. No one would believe this tale and yet the elves and my fellowship know the truth of it. It was strange to ride inside of a whale. It was a short way to the underwater kingdom of Sedna.

The home of Sedna seemed bleak and yet she was at peace and her beauty shone as bright as her elven magic. Elabrimborn cheered her soul with his good song and tales of our heroics. Our fellowship is strong and we swayed her to help our cause. The stories of Sedna are true and her fingers were missing. The magic of the Silmaril that we bring back will surely help Gandalf. The tales of this journey will be told to many.

Our journey back to Isengard was full of good spirit. Our call to the Great Eagles was heard when we landed and they carried us swiftly to Isengard. We only hope that we are not too late to save Gandalf.

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To Bend the Bow
Thorr's Journal Entry 23

Our latest adventure began in the Forest of Mirkwood at the Hunt for the Wild Heart Stag. As expected, a dwarf should not be in the woods, riding a horse and trying to use a bow. My first act was to fall from the foul beast and get myself lost in the woods. We lost sight of Ruithel and the rest of the hunting party.

Unbeknownst to us, my dwarf mates of the past had been delving under the Mirkwood Forest looking for paths into the Grey Delve. They captured Ruiithel and Elabrimborn to hold them ransom. The Bow of Pendragal has a steep history with Frar and cast Ruithel in great danger. Fortunately, we were able to rescue them and talk my old friends into releasing them. We committed ourselves to try and gain the assistance of Thranduil and my King Dain to help them take back the Grey Delve.

Although we didn’t get the commitment of King Dain and Thranduil at this time, they were open to assist in the future. Our only hope is to secure Erebor from the shadows that lurk and then gain King Dain’s support. With the support from King Dain, we would also receive the support of Thranduil. I was able to win some support from King Dain by his allowing me to seek volunteers to help support Frar and his comrades. At least with a few volunteers, Frar’s comrades were appeased and should leave the elves of Mirkwood alone.

I will say that it was a great turn of the King heart as he is finally warming up to me. His grace showed his first concern for my welfare and his daughter’s happiness when I spoke of returning to seek the Grey Delve. I also was bestowed the title of being the Ambassador to the Elves on the behalf of our Kingdom.

I now can only hope that my next adventure across the seas will allow us all to return to our loved ones and to help all the good people of Middle Earth.

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Riddles at DragonTide
Competition between Bilbo, Bombur, & Elabrimborn

(Solutions below in comments)

Bombur:
As cold winds blow over the Lonely Mountain,
I fly to the safety of Mirkwood dressed in black,
I remove my white hat and cloak upon arrival.
Who am I?

Elabrimborn:
I’ve heard of a boneless thing,
Rising from its earthen home,
Swelling and growing,
Emerging from its cloak in the shadows,
Only Legalaven can tame the beast with her fire
What am I?

Bilbo:
In marble walls the color of milk,
Lined with the skin as soft as silk,
Within is a fountain crystal clear,
And in it a jewel appears,
No doors to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold
What am I?

Bombur:
A free folk was born in the Iron Hills
Raised in the Halls of the Mountain King
And died in the Battle of the Five Armies
What is he?

Elabrimborn:
I slip through your fingers untouched
When you kill me, I do not die,
I am taken and often wasted,
And sometimes I will fly for you
What am I?

Bilbo:
I have towns, but no houses
Forests, but no trees
Rivers, but no water
What am I?

Bombur:
What happens when a dwarf falls into the river in Mirkwood?

Elabrimborn:
I’m only one color, but not one size
I’m stuck on the bottom, but easily flies
I’ll greet the sun, but not the rain
I’ll do no harm and feel no pain
Who am I?

Bilbo:
With a gentle touch I can do,
What a cave troll with force & strength cannot get through,
If I were not a friend in hand,
Many in the woods would they stand?
Who am I?

Bombur:
Imagine you are in the Mines of Moria surrounded by orcs,
Then a cave troll shows up
How do you escape?

Elabrimborn:
Bilbo walked out of BagEnd one afternoon following his nose,
He found a wizard’s pipe, a dwarven scarf, and three black sling stones at his wooly toes,
They were not on the soil of the Shire the day before
How did they get there, upon Middle Earth’s floor?

Bilbo:
You can feel me, but can’t see me,
I’m not breakable, but I can be broken
What am I?

Bombur:
What room has no windows, no floor, no walls, and no door?

Elabrimborn:
Your trapped in a stone walled prison in Mordor,
With no doors or windows,
Solid walls, floor, and ceiling,
And only have one of Beorn’s honey cakes,
How do you escape?

Bilbo:
What goes up must come down,
But what goes up and never comes down?

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Ryhme of Lore to Radagast
Recited before the gates of Rhosgobel

Radagast the brown is an odd Mage
Birds in his hair, and smells of sage
Once the Maiar Aiwendil who took a path
From the Undying Lands to save Ennorath
Little concerned of the matters of men
He is the Tender of Beasts and Bird Friend
Jovial, Wise, Helpful and Funny
Rides a sledge drawn by bunnies
His wizard tower a natural hovel
Find him now within Rhosgobel

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Song of Elrond
Sang in the Halls of Rivendell by Elabrimborn

Elrond, Star Dome
The Lord of Rivendell
Made Imlandris an elven home

Descendant of Maiar, Luthien’s kin
Both skillful warrior and scholar
Last Alliance’s Commander of Free Men

Vilya, Blue Ring of Air, rode his hand
After driving the Dark Lord to Moria
Sauron’s blighted land

Lothlorien gave him the silver crown
The Lady Celebrian
Child of Galadriel and Celeborn

Great fruit was produced of their union
The twins Elrohir and Elladan
And the Evenstar, the Lady Arwen

Even shadow looms over the half elven
Mortally waylaid in the Misty Mountains
His spouse took ship to the Undying Lands

He is a gift undo us until he himself sails
To the land of Iluvitar’s creation
Across the sea to to rejoin all the elves

His Wisdom shared in the Council White
Once the abandoned Elf of the Cave
Is the Vault of Stars to light our night

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New fellowship of companions
Journal of Sigurd, Son of Sigmund

As a King’s Man, I endeavor to follow my liege lord’s will in all things, no matter the danger or sacrifice. My blade, is ever King Bard’s. As a scholar and lore-master though, my mind often wanders beyond the River Running, dreaming of adventure as told by the charming hobbit Bilbo Baggins during his time in Dale. So when my lord requested I travel west to try to discover the fate of a missing caravan in the Anduin valley, I leapt at the opportunity.

‘Twas after I had lost the trail along the Anduin that I met my new fellows — Loreth, a Ranger of the North, Elabrimborn, of the Woodland Realm, and Thorr Flamestrike, a mighty dwarven warrior of my people’s allies, the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain. They informed me in no uncertain terms of the fate of the caravan of which I had tracked many weeks — attacked by trolls.

I admit, I was daunted by such a report. Trolls! I never imagined my path would cross such monsters on my errand, much less that I would find myself boldly agreeing to accompany so recently met companions to see my countrymen’s final end. A strength of character, or a flaw? I suppose ‘tis only my final end which will tell!

We trekked to the Ettendales, to bear witness to a war council of trolls, barely sneaking unnoticed past the dull brutes. While Loreth fared well in the secret movement through the camp, both Throrr and myself almost endangered our party with missteps. Perhaps King’s Men are meant to be soldiers only, not rangers.

A great host of trolls gathered at sundown to listen to the exultations of their leader Mormog, who shouted for war and whispered of attempts to herald the bringing of shadow to new lands, further north and west. I thought for a moment…that he uttered the name of the ancient Dark Lord himself…but I shall put that out of my mind for the moment.

As we stole from the breach in the hillside, a stony-hided Ettin rose to block our path. We were caught! We unsheathed our blades and brought the beast low, quickly camouflaging the body to try to conceal our deed from his fellows in the cut below. ‘Twas to no avail however, and scant moments later, we heard the cries of sentries who had heard the sounds of battle and uncovered the gruesome result of our flashing blades.

With no other options, we called out to Mormog to face us, and the proud fiend did just that. Under a hail of spears and arrows, he advanced pell mell, into a curtain of steel – well-wielded with deadly intent. His pride was his undoing, as his wild undisciplined attacks left his breast exposed to a fatal blow by Throrr’s axe, sundering him from neck to nape.

Thinking quickly, I beheaded the beast and hurled my prize into the valley towards Mormog’s shouting minions exclaiming, “This is the fate of Mormog, and that of all who follow him!” My ruse bought us the moments we needed to escape the forest and reach Rivendell safely, just ahead of our pursuers. An adventure I shall retell indeed!

Once we had taken refuge in the Last Homely House, we were invited to a great hunt in the woodland realm of King Thranduil. Another tale worthy of the telling seems to be in my future, ever forward!

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